inside of every man, woman, and animal
is a resistance to this world of meaningless things
we claw with our nails, and fangs
to mold it, this space and time
we are all scientist
of the most intimate kind
blessed by the divine
to rock this land mass
to move this fire ball through space
around the sun, pass mars
boom!!!
through the Milky Way
They can see us comin'
They can see us comin'
wild with madness
wild with joy
wild and chanting
Earthlings, Earthlings
We Are One
Friday, September 25, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Stop it. For real.
It shouldn't bother me, but I can't look pass when people focus on some dumb shit when real shit is going down. I live through a lot of unnecessary energies. I guess they must be there as a sort of lesson, or guide for future ideas, or accomplishments. But sometimes I just really wonder. Why do I have to see some of the things made clear to me in this life? I don't know if I really feel stagnated, or helpless to change many situations. I want to help people, and help myself in this life adventure. But sometimes I really wonder if that is even what I need to be doing. I know when I focus on my own life things work out a lot better for me. I feel more peace, and joy flow into me. I am also able to see what I can do to assist my fellow man, friends, or family (if anything) better when I try to change the way I view the world. I know I have a purpose in many situations. I just want to stay focused on that, and master my arts, and mathematics. So I can make the world a better place. Here's a poem:
This One Thing Can Never Be Moved
so I feel the joy inside
that makes me write
it's my little miracle
I can overcome the obstacles
'cause I know there are none
I learned that from the Matrix
my words are my weapon
I am a digital assassin
number 20121615
I really believe I have a fair shot
at winning this war that is yet to begin
so many faces of sadness
yet I wear a grin
it's called personal madness
creative sanity fighting through the worlds lack of humanity
with one weapon
the mind
and a vivid understanding of this place, and time
This One Thing Can Never Be Moved
so I feel the joy inside
that makes me write
it's my little miracle
I can overcome the obstacles
'cause I know there are none
I learned that from the Matrix
my words are my weapon
I am a digital assassin
number 20121615
I really believe I have a fair shot
at winning this war that is yet to begin
so many faces of sadness
yet I wear a grin
it's called personal madness
creative sanity fighting through the worlds lack of humanity
with one weapon
the mind
and a vivid understanding of this place, and time
Sunday, September 6, 2009
I see Everything. And it's too bright.
In light I dream
At night I write
Trying to balance something
All is not right
I am the beginning of everything
The end is close at sight
I feel the world's joy, and suffering
But now only through my eyes
At some point I thought to make it right
Now I know my power source is for more
Like dreams in the night tell more
The world is a mystery
A puzzled laid out for me
Will I ever solve it?
Will that be my demise?
I write these words with hope
That one day they will help me close my eyes
At night I write
Trying to balance something
All is not right
I am the beginning of everything
The end is close at sight
I feel the world's joy, and suffering
But now only through my eyes
At some point I thought to make it right
Now I know my power source is for more
Like dreams in the night tell more
The world is a mystery
A puzzled laid out for me
Will I ever solve it?
Will that be my demise?
I write these words with hope
That one day they will help me close my eyes
Dream 9/6/09
In my dream I worked for a shop owned my Steven Spielberg.
I thought it was a pot dispensary, but now I'm not sure.
I know the place sold pot, and also sold costumes.
I was getting off of work soon in the dream.
So I change into a Princess Leia outfit.
Was it a Halloween outfit?
Was it just a geek thing?
I'm not sure.
It wasn't traditional(the costume).
It was a mini skirt, and top two piece thing.
I remember thinking I need to put my hair in buns to work it all out.
Anyway.
I had a boyfriend in the dream. He was visiting me for the first time at my job (whatever kind of job it was). I was changing into my costume in the back of the store in a bathroom. Someone directed him to me. At that moment the Cops raided the store. He (my dream boyfriend) got me out of the bathroom, and we ran out the backdoor to his car. A powder blue Chevy 1969 Impala.
The place, and the car was surrounded my cops. So we jump out,and ran. We ended up at his Mom's place. She was a single parent. He lived in a single apartment with her. I remember the make up of the apartment. The living room had a couch, a chair, and a T.V. She was in the kitchen which was separate, and there was a door to the left of the living room down a short hall way. I thought it was a closet, or the bathroom.
He introduced me to his Mom for the first time. She came out of the kitchen to greet me on the couch. I was still wearing the Princess Leia outfit. See seemed not to mind, and invited me into the kitchen. I remember being happy I was wearing the costume. Like it protected me from something,I don't know what.
She was making food. I don't remember what it was. The two of them seemed to get along pretty well. she asked about the car. He told her he had to leave it somewhere, and would pick it up later. She seem curious, but knew not to ask too many questions.
By the end of the dream I knew I couldn't go back to work that day, and couldn't go home. I knew I would stay there with him, and his Mom. And I was wishing that hallway lead to a bedroom. I wanted privacy, but knew potentially there would be none. I wanted to find out more but this is all.
Notes:
When we ran out to the car we both got in. The Cops began to surround us. Not focused on us, but the store. We both got out, and ran. He was the lead, I followed.
The boyfriend in the dream seem like an image of my boyfriend in real life. With some small changes.
The run to his house did not take more than 3-4 dream minutes.
I recognized some of the details from when I came into work that day. Meaning at the very beginning of my dream I walked a few blocks to work. I didn't recognize the blocks then, or know what the business entrance looked like though I walk through the entrance.
However when I ran out of the store from the back parking lot with my dream boyfriend I did recognize the streets from earlier. I found this sort of strange.
I stole the Princess Leia costume from work.
This is all I remember. The details are fading even as a write this.
I thought it was a pot dispensary, but now I'm not sure.
I know the place sold pot, and also sold costumes.
I was getting off of work soon in the dream.
So I change into a Princess Leia outfit.
Was it a Halloween outfit?
Was it just a geek thing?
I'm not sure.
It wasn't traditional(the costume).
It was a mini skirt, and top two piece thing.
I remember thinking I need to put my hair in buns to work it all out.
Anyway.
I had a boyfriend in the dream. He was visiting me for the first time at my job (whatever kind of job it was). I was changing into my costume in the back of the store in a bathroom. Someone directed him to me. At that moment the Cops raided the store. He (my dream boyfriend) got me out of the bathroom, and we ran out the backdoor to his car. A powder blue Chevy 1969 Impala.
The place, and the car was surrounded my cops. So we jump out,and ran. We ended up at his Mom's place. She was a single parent. He lived in a single apartment with her. I remember the make up of the apartment. The living room had a couch, a chair, and a T.V. She was in the kitchen which was separate, and there was a door to the left of the living room down a short hall way. I thought it was a closet, or the bathroom.
He introduced me to his Mom for the first time. She came out of the kitchen to greet me on the couch. I was still wearing the Princess Leia outfit. See seemed not to mind, and invited me into the kitchen. I remember being happy I was wearing the costume. Like it protected me from something,I don't know what.
She was making food. I don't remember what it was. The two of them seemed to get along pretty well. she asked about the car. He told her he had to leave it somewhere, and would pick it up later. She seem curious, but knew not to ask too many questions.
By the end of the dream I knew I couldn't go back to work that day, and couldn't go home. I knew I would stay there with him, and his Mom. And I was wishing that hallway lead to a bedroom. I wanted privacy, but knew potentially there would be none. I wanted to find out more but this is all.
Notes:
When we ran out to the car we both got in. The Cops began to surround us. Not focused on us, but the store. We both got out, and ran. He was the lead, I followed.
The boyfriend in the dream seem like an image of my boyfriend in real life. With some small changes.
The run to his house did not take more than 3-4 dream minutes.
I recognized some of the details from when I came into work that day. Meaning at the very beginning of my dream I walked a few blocks to work. I didn't recognize the blocks then, or know what the business entrance looked like though I walk through the entrance.
However when I ran out of the store from the back parking lot with my dream boyfriend I did recognize the streets from earlier. I found this sort of strange.
I stole the Princess Leia costume from work.
This is all I remember. The details are fading even as a write this.
This Will Never Change
The sound of these words in my mind rattled me awake in the earliest point of day/night.I had a dream. And in that I was once again reminded that it is all a dream. When I reentered this realm I couldn't tell it from the other. The disorientation left me such a sense of vagueness I had to write. Because where is a writer's mind? In the land of the dreaming.
Moments in this world overwhelmed me with emotions. Making me believe that they are in control. And for a second, a flash I lost hold of my title, of my thoughts as Queen Of My Own Tiny Part Of Universal Existence. It was just for a moment, and that moment was a life time in my own eyes. I sometimes think my mind as an artist, and my mind as a participant in the human drama gets all mixed up. I too often dream of things that will happen later own in the day. I have not decided to take my dreams as a warning, or as a gift. I also haven't figure out if I dream the future, or am I just picking up universal thought waves?
I can't really tell. What I do know is my life exist for poetry, and prose alone.
And this will never change.
Moments in this world overwhelmed me with emotions. Making me believe that they are in control. And for a second, a flash I lost hold of my title, of my thoughts as Queen Of My Own Tiny Part Of Universal Existence. It was just for a moment, and that moment was a life time in my own eyes. I sometimes think my mind as an artist, and my mind as a participant in the human drama gets all mixed up. I too often dream of things that will happen later own in the day. I have not decided to take my dreams as a warning, or as a gift. I also haven't figure out if I dream the future, or am I just picking up universal thought waves?
I can't really tell. What I do know is my life exist for poetry, and prose alone.
And this will never change.
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